Seems the son owed his father money and times are hard. Son tells his father to sell whatever he wants of the items left behind. Dad said fine. So I paid about a third of the rifle's value. Such is life.
When he first gave me the rifle I asked if it was loaded. He replied no. So I removed the magazine and extracted thirteen rounds. I learned this lesson many years ago. Remember, boys and girls, a gun is always loaded.
The little rifle is in sad shape. Needs a deep cleaning and a good dose of gun oil. She's been sitting in a closet a long time. A small patch of pitting near the muzzle, dust, and she's as dry as Satan's butt. Still she preforms well, the action is smooth. She'll make a fine squirrel or zombie rifle.
Just before he left he asked if I had any use for a few boxes of ammunition.
Guess what I said....
Stephen
